dianaschnuth

It probably works better on LiveJournal, but I’ll do it here anyway: the first line (or few lines) of the first post of each month of 2006.

January: I have so many different ideas queued up for year-end (or New Year’s, as it were) lists and essays and whatnot. Unfortunately, I am so unenthused about writing right this moment that none of them are going to happen today.

February: One of my co-workers is pregnant with twins — girls, most likely. I overheard her saying that she and her husband had actually started their children’s college fund with last year’s tax return, before they even started trying for a baby (and before they got two for the price of one).

March: This entry is about porn. If you are under 18, are squeamish about the general idea of porn (or, more specifically, about the idea of me looking at porn), or if you are my mother, you probably shouldn’t read this.

April: I have a laundry list of topics to write about. Anime Punch, last week’s diet and fitness update, my new swimsuit (!!), my poor dying hollyhock seedlings. Not to mention working on my poor neglected NaNoWriMo novellette, or Podcast #10.

May: I’ve never done online research solely on Ancestry.com before. I’ve never had the run of the place. I’ve always assumed I’d have access to my U.S. Census Records Collection, a few free databases, and that’s it. Now, though, the whole place is my playground, and I don’t know where to start.

June: I donated blood for the first time yesterday. It wasn’t bad.

July: Well, last weekend was Mom’s visit, and the weekend before was the Waterville Community Garage Sale, so this weekend has been the first where we’ve been able to think about painting the small bedroom.

August: The Vacation Thus Far: Monday: Bought the newest Civ IV expansion at Best Buy. Ran some random errands with Aaron. Maxxed and relaxed at home in the AC and played my new game.

September: I hate it when I get to this slightly tired state, where my brain is getting a little disjointed and my body is starting to shut down, but my creativity is begging me to DO SOMETHING.

October: I’m taking Friday off of work, so that Aaron and I can drive eight hours to Utica, NY for an anime convention.

November: Time was when my Mom and I would go visit my Aunt Sammie, cousin Michael and Memaw every Sunday after church.

December: For anyone who remembers Jeff “Pip” Hawley, from Residential Computing Connection at BGSU…

I feel like I’m neglecting my blog, but there’s nothing really that I want or need to share right now. I also can’t get excited about blogging the random memories I’ve dogeared for myself: shaking the hand of Vaclav Nelhybel, growing up with a knobless television set, the kid at church who was broken of his cool habit of wearing bow-ties instead of “normal” neckties, stuff like that.

I’ve been taking it easy, going to bed a little earlier than normal, taking time to read some books and magazines and watch some educational TV (i.e. the “geek” channels). I managed to come up with two prototypes for a new portfolio site before the Christmas holiday, and haven’t been able to come up with anything since.

There are so many things I need to do, as per usual. It’s just that, well, I’m taking this time as a mental vacation. Especially since tomorrow is going to be a loooong evening at work. Next week, I’ll set some priorities and get some things done, while still keeping my state of mind calm and zen-like.

By the way? My watch battery died two days ago, and I honestly haven’t missed wearing my watch yet. Haven’t looked at my wrist once, although I have reached over with my other hand to feel where my watch isn’t.

While it may seem a good idea at the time, taking a two-hour evening nap on the couch can be disorienting later on in the evening, and may hinder your ability to get things done in a timely fashion — mainly, preparing food for tomorrow’s potluck, wrapping presents, addressing Christmas cards, packing cross-country Christmas packages, assembling a candle gift basket for tomorrow’s gift exchange, and crafting a 2006 commemorative Christmas ornament.

Next time? Don’t give in to the urge to just keep sleeping when you wake up and see that one hour has passed.

My husband is at work, and I require snuggly-time.

*pout*

Kitty-snuggly time will not do. No, I will have to remember to wake myself up when Aaron comes to bed at three or four o’clock, so I can get the snuggle-hug I require.

I would have liked to lay on the couch and cuddle all evening long. Ah, well… such is life.

Time for one last round of solitaire, then off to bed.

I haven’t been posting much lately, and there’s a reason for that. I’ve been exhausted and generally disinterested as soon as Aaron pulls out of the driveway and down the road to work in the evenings. I really can’t get excited about much at all, which is frustrating.

I have plenty of projects I could be working on. The podcast will soon be going on a much more erratic schedule (i.e. I post an episode when I feel like it, instead of weekly). I have clothes that need mended or surgerized. I have websites that need maintained. I have candle orders that need to be filled. I have PUSH DVDs that need to be watched and exercised to. I have blog essay ideas that should be expounded upon, especially holiday-themed ones.

I wish I could just smack myself upside the head and get myself moving. I’m not depressed. I’m just tired.